Velvet upside-down thing
Feather-light fangling
Cradled in my hand
Figure-hugging brown thing
Silken-webbed batwing
Soft against my hand
Wizen-faced wide smile
Ultrasonic lifestyle
Hard to understand
Sub-sonic utterings
Other-wordly mutterings
Shiver through my hand
Pipistrelle awakening
Senses re-locating
Mapping out my hand
Creature disentangling
Winged fingers angling
Finds a place to hang
Acrobatic slight thing
Curious night thing
So unfairly damned
flies away....
`bats' I'd say!
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I would like to translate this poem
Enjoyed reading. Thanks. I love bats too. Often walk nights; with them sky-silhouetting above.